Block

Overcoming Writer's Block!

 

Block

 

Pen to paper

Yet blank now it stays

Fingers playing

As the pen they twirl

Ideas forbidden

At this time of day

Must be something

Found to inspire.

 

As it was

In days gone past

Now it sits

And blinks, yes blinks

As the screen sits blankly

Mocking in its way

Stories to write

Yet nothing will fall

 

Once to errands

Maybe to strike

Some chord of resonance

And then, but no!

Returning I sit

Blinking it goes

Ringing now catches

The ire I must show!

 

Drink of the poets

Words of the sonnet

Where hide you now

All ideas of my youth?

Sipping of warmth

More motives to find

As once more

Round the house

Yet nothing abates.

 

Laughter outside

Maybe children at play

Surely now that

Can stir words

And make flow

Some story of mirth

Youth and more!

Darkly, so darkly

Idea bank draws slowly

Blankly it sits

And blinking still so

Tonight while all sits so still

Was one word found

To this paper?

Nothing now, is all for loss

One day behind.

Shall I still sit

And force words to paper?

Or sit back and watch

These children at play

 

Join them maybe

And find in my heart

Honest and full

The joy of lost youth

Inspire me now children

And stay moments longer

Now watching and laughing

Homes to them go

 

Silence still reigns

As I sit not touching

Fingers still dance

Lightly they touch

Words now flow,

But why all the fuss?

Morning shall break

And find me still here

Or to sleep will I now

And hope for a dream?

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is gloriously done!
That block is cunning! lol You have to reach in-between shades and ideas to grasp an inspiring pinnacle, which you have voiced here!
Magnificent love!
xx